Spring

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Spring, spring, spring,
Oh how I love the birds to sing.

Flower’s buds sprout,
As you hear the children shout.

Spring, spring, spring,
Oh how I love the birds to sing.

Flower’s buds sprout,
As you hear the children shout.

Laughter rings in the air,
There you see the grown-ups share.

There is a blue sky above,
In the lake swims a dove.

That is spring,
When the rain drops hit the leaves and you hear a noise, a tiny ting!